Saucy Sue

Chapter One

"Are you off out honey?" Susan asked her teenaged son, Ricky, as she saw him coming downstairs and putting on his coat.

"Yeah, just to post a letter," Ricky replied. He was carrying an envelope.

"It's cold out there," Susan told him, "Just leave your letter near the door and I'll post it on my way to work tomorrow.

"No, no it's okay," Ricky said, "I'll do it."

Susan noted, with some amusement, that the boy seemed to be rather defensive, as if he didn't want his dear old mum to get her hands on his letter. In fact she couldn't remember him ever writing and posting letters. She was suddenly curious as to what it was, but she decided not to tease him by asking what it was.

"Well, fasten up your coat sweetie," she told Ricky, "It's cold out there."

"Sure mum."

"Are you using the post-box near the shop?"

"Yeah. Do you want something from there?"

"Get some milk for me darling."

"Will do. Bye mum."

Ricky strolled off to the front door and left the house. The door was only open briefly but Susan shivered as she felt the icy chill from outdoors. It was a freezing cold Sunday afternoon in early January. The whole of the suburban street Susan and Ricky lived down was white with the frost that still lingered stubbornly from that morning, the entire neighborhood looking as if it had been dusted with icing sugar.

Susan checked the central heating was on then cleaned the dishes in the kitchen. Susan was aged thirty-eight, fairly tall at five-foot-eight, average build with nice curves, heavy breasts currently sitting snug in a white pullover, her child-bearing hips and round curvy bottom hugged by a black skirt. She had long straight blonde hair that almost reached her waist, and although her face was fairly plain it was pretty, honest and frequently smiling. She had alert crystal blue eyes. Susan had been divorced for more than a decade now. It had fortunately been a fairly amicable split, her and her ex-husband having married when they were both just twenty when they discovered Susan was pregnant with Ricky, their only child. They had grown apart rapidly and split up to start new lives. Whilst her ex had moved abroad and remarried, Susan had remained in the house and raised Ricky, but apart from a few casual relationships in the years after the divorce she'd not had time to really get into another serious relationship. Susan was beginning to think it was time for another relationship. Ricky was eighteen now, fairly independent and doing well at school, and she figured he would be mature enough to know his mummy needed some companionship.

Or, to be more honest, she needed fucking!

Susan's libido was running sky-high at the moment. She didn't know why. Maybe it was just because she was approaching forty. Either way, she felt considerably horny nearly all the time.

After finishing the dishes, she went upstairs, deciding that she should get any clothes from Ricky's room that needed washing. Her son was a good boy but like most teenagers he was not very domesticated, and seemingly allergic to the laundry basket, instead leaving his clothes lying around his room until Susan ventured in to collect them.

She went into his bedroom, her mind idly wondering what it was her son had been off to post. Maybe it was a love letter? He'd had a few casual girlfriends, but none that she knew of at the moment. As she collected a couple of shirts and a pair of jeans from the floor of her son's cluttered room, she decided she would check his secret box. It wasn't really a secret box, as Susan knew about it. She'd discovered it under his bed a year ago, just a plain black card box designed to hold documents. When she'd first opened it, it had contained three pornographic magazines. Susan had been amused; her son was a teenaged boy, after all, and it was only natural he'd be interested in ladies. Nude ones at that. Every so often, she had checked the box and seen new porn magazines added, old ones disappear. She wasn't sure why, but she felt excited at discovering these things, obviously aware the boy jacked off over this naughty publications.

Right now, she put the clothes on the chair sat in front of a desk with a computer on it, and went and retrieved the secret box. She opened it, and felt the tingle of excitement all snoopers get when they believed they've found a special secret. A part of her had thought that clues as to what Ricky had been off to post would be in here, and she appeared to have been right. There were half a dozen porno mags in the box, but on top of them was a magazine named Adult Sex Contacts and, more excitingly, there appeared to be a piece of paper inside the magazine. Susan opened it and took the paper out. It was a simple letter, written and printed off from the computer. It read:

Dear Sirs:

I would like to place an advert in your magazine under the London region of the "Men Seeking Women" section.

My listing reads:

Young man, tall, slim and handsome, nine-inch cock, seeks uninhibited mature lady (30 to 45) for no-strings attached fun. Cannot accommodate but can travel.

I enclose a cheque for the appropriate sum.

Yours faithfully,

Ricky White

The letter had "Copy" scribbled at the top. Clearly, this was a draft of a letter he was off to post right now. No wonder he had been a bit defensive about it!

Susan smiled to herself, feeling really excited at this discovery, and that her seventeen-year-old son was placing an advert in a contact mag for an older woman to get his end away. She also felt horny. She often did anyway these days but she really felt excited, somehow turned on at the thought of her darling boy on the hunt for a MILF to bang!

She put the letter back in the contact magazine and put it and then the box safely away. Still feeling excited, she collected her son's clothes and placed them in the laundry basket. She felt very distracted by her discovery. Her nipples were stiffening. She went to her bedroom and removed her clothes, then lay back naked on the bed. Idly, she fingered her furry cunt and found it sopping wet. She herself had considered putting an ad in a contact magazine a few times, liking the idea of finding a nice young man for a bit of "no-strings attached fun." But she'd dared not do so, partly worried in case she encountered some dangerous nutter, but also not keen on the idea of Ricky find out. She knew the boy was probably mature enough to handle it if she maybe had a boyfriend, but she didn't think he would be comfortable if he found out his mother was hooking up with random guys from contact magazines just for sex. But maybe he would? After all, he was using contact magazines, why couldn't she? They could do it together, both trawling for sex through anonymous contact mags! She felt amused at the idea.

Suddenly, she paused her frigging. Her big blue eyes widened as she lay there, struck by a very, very naughty thought.

What if she replied to her son's advert? She fit the description of what he was after; uninhibited, mature, and eager for some wild wanton sex without the hassle of a relationship. And Ricky fit the description of what she was after; a horny and well-endowed young man! She put the thought aside. No, that would be outrageously perverse. Yet...it turned her on. She resumed fingering her hot and steamy cunt, the dark nipples atop her big heavy breasts rock hard, her body tingling with perverse desire as she imagined corresponding anonymously with her son, meeting up with him, revealing who she was and then happily humping him! It was sordid and naughty...but that was why the idea of it was so arousing.

As she lay sprawled naked on her big double bed, Susan fingered herself to a good orgasm, bucking her big bum off the bed as she urgently fucked her two fingers, stuffing the digits to the knuckle in her cunt. She gave a long and lewd moan as her climax ran down her body, her mind filled with naughty ideas of fucking her own son with what he claimed to be his nine-inch cock!

Just then, she heard the front door open and then shut downstairs. Ricky was back.

Susan hopped off the bed and quickly dressed in her jumper and skirt, hearing Ricky coming up the stairs as she did so. This was not the first time she had been frigging herself only to be obliged to hurriedly dress when Ricky came home. She knew, sometimes, that when she came home that Ricky had been jacking off, as she would hear him scamper about his room for his clothes and then appear not long afterwards, looking disheveled and trying to appear all innocent.

Fully dressed but looking a bit disheveled herself, Susan left her room and saw Ricky just emerge at the top of the stairs. The seventeen-year-old was, as his advert had boasted, tall, slim and handsome. He was five-foot-ten, lean with broad shoulders, and a young boyish face; dark eyebrows, deep brown eyes and a cheeky smile. He had short black hair and was dressed casually in jeans and a black jumper.

"Hi son," Susan smirked, looking at her boy in a different light after discovering what he was up to with regards to the contact magazine.

"Hi mum," the boy replied, looking all innocent, "It's freezing out there."

"Well, it is January. Did you get the milk?"

"Yeah, it's in the fridge."

"Great. I'll make us a cup of tea."

"Okay mum."

Ricky went into his bedroom and Susan strolled downstairs, idly wiping her cunt-juice slathered fingers on her skirt. She still felt horny.

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Young man, tall, slim and handsome, nine-inch cock, seeks mature lady (30 to 45) for no-strings attached fun. Cannot accommodate but can travel.

There it was. In printed ink, amidst a crowd of other adverts in the London pages of the "Men Seeking Women" section in the Adult Sex Contact magazine.

Ricky admired his listing. He wasn't sure whether this was going to work, as he knew men looking for no-strings attached sex heavily outnumbered women. But he hoped one woman would perhaps reply. He wondered whether it was a mistake to have specified a mature woman; it would have giving him a greater chance of getting a reply if he'd just left it open for any woman of any age. But then, he really did like the idea of an older lady. He wasn't sure why, but the idea of humping a woman in her thirties or forties turned him on more than the thought of fucking a girl his own age. Not that he would have turned down the offer of a fuck with a girl his own age of course. But then, none had actually offered. He'd had a few girlfriends, kissed them all, felt the tits of one of them and even had a blow-job off of one (although she hadn't really been a girlfriend, just the chubby twenty-year-old big sister of a friend of his who'd drunkenly sucked him off at a party.) Otherwise, he was still a virgin.

He had picked up the magazine in town on the Saturday morning it was out, ducking into a sex-shop that he knew did not ask for ID so long as you at least looked like you might be over eighteen. He looked at his entry as he sat on the bed. He had considered writing to some of the women advertising in the mag but figured they would all get loads of replies. It would be easier, he thought, to let them write to him. He knew it was unlikely there would be loads of women responding, but as long as one did, that was all that mattered. One mature babe who wanted a good fuck was all he wanted and all he needed.

In his room, with his mother out shopping, Ricky put the magazine into his secret box under his bed. Then he stripped naked, flicked on his computer and opened up a porn movie he had downloaded recently, one featuring a mature blonde bitch with big tits getting gang-banged by a dozen guys. He jacked off as he watched it, shooting his load at the same time the woman in the movie was getting fucked up the arse whilst two guys wanked all over her face and utterly creamed her.

Ricky really hoped he would get lucky and have a chance to indulge in such antics for real with a hot mature babe.

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Young man, tall, slim and handsome, nine-inch cock, seeks mature lady (30 to 45) for no-strings attached fun. Cannot accommodate but can travel.

There it was. In printed ink, amidst a crowd of other adverts in the London pages of the "Men Seeking Women" section in the Adult Sex Contact magazine.

Susan had gone to the same sex-shop Ricky had been to that morning, just ten-minutes after the boy had gone in. She'd dropped him off in town, Ricky saying that he would make his own way back, and she had secretly followed him.

Now she sat in the car in a multi-storey car park, and had found her son's advert after flicking through the magazine. She felt incredibly horny and even rather nervous. She had butterflies in her belly. For the last two-weeks, whilst waiting for the magazine to come out, she had constantly imagined fucking Ricky. It turned her on so much, not despite the fact that it was a naughty and perverse idea, but because it was a naughty and perverse idea.

Susan put the magazine into her large handbag and then reached into the brown paper bag from the sex shop. She had made another purchase from the store, impulsively buying vibrator. She had a dildo already, secretly stashed at the back of her underwear drawer. She now had a nice new vibrator to go with it, nine-inches in length, the same size as her son's cock (according to his boast anyway) and made of sleek silver chrome. Susan put it in her handbag after admiring it for a moment, started the car and drove off.

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An hour later, Susan was in her bedroom, Ricky having gone out round to a friend's house.

The busty blonde mother stripped naked and had a long shower, soaping up her big swinging boobs and her curvy bum-cheeks, rubbing herself all over and feeling highly frisky. She still felt nervous, but it was a nervous excitement. After her shower, she was going to write to her son. On the drive home she had pondered whether to go through with this plan and eventually decided that she would. She had thought about it so much she would have never forgiven herself if she had skipped the chance to go ahead with it. She would have always wondered whether it would have worked and probably have felt jealous if another woman replied and got to fuck her beautiful son.

Success was not guaranteed of course. Ricky could very well freak out if he got to meet a lustful woman up for a fuck and found out it was his own mother. Susan new she was reasonably good looking for a mature babe, and certainly knew she would fit what her boy was looking for, but that didn't mean he'd be willing to fuck her. Still, she knew she should just go for it.

After getting out the shower, Susan dried off but did not bother dressing. Naked and with a healthy glow about her, she went into her bedroom and sat at her desk, on which sat her laptop. She booted the computer up then flicked through the contact magazine. To reply to an ad, you just had to send a cheque for a small sum and it would be forwarded on to who you were responding too. She already figured she would give an e-mail address, as corresponding by post would obviously be out of the question. She had decided to print the letter out too, as she knew Ricky was familiar with her handwriting.

Susan was soon typing away, having drafted her letter mentally over the last couple of weeks. She had decided that, apart from not mentioning who she was, she would be completely honest in her letters.

Hi there!

I am responding to your letter in the Adult Sex Contacts magazine. It caught my eye immediately! Especially the bit about a nine-inch cock! Oh boy, that sounds like a cock I could enjoy getting to know. I haven't ever responded to an ad in a contact magazine so I really know how to do all this, but here goes.

By the way, you can call me Saucy Sue. And I am very saucy indeed!

I'm sure you want to know a bit more about me of course. I am 37-years-old, 5-foot-7 in height, average build with lovely curves, long blonde hair and blue eyes. I have large boobs, 35DD in size, a furry cunt and a nice round arse. I have been divorced for ages and haven't had a good fuck in a long while. I really want a nice young toy boy. I have had so many rude fantasies in recent years. I think of sex all the time and frequently finger my cunt in bed. Sometimes I get down and dirty with my big dildo and push it into my cunt or my arse!

I love all sorts of sex. When I was younger, I had lots of hot sex with my (now ex) husband and a few boyfriends. Basic cunt-fucking is great but I also love all sorts of other more advanced and kinky stuff. I love oral, both giving and receiving, and I love attention to my tits. I love having them fondled, squeezed and sucked, and I love being tit-fucked. It's wonderful having sperm sprayed all over my jugs.

I love the idea of facials too. I've never had one before but I've always dreamed of having a horny stud empty his balls all over my face and absolutely slime me with sperm. Yum yum! :)

I love anal-sex too. There is really nothing that gives me more pleasure than the feeling of a great big cock - the bigger the better! - pushing deep into my rectum and filling my bowels with hot lovely cum; I love to be fucked in my shit hole.

I feel a bit nervous writing all this down, telling a stranger such intimate details. I also feel horny!

So, tell me more about yourself. How old are you? How tall are you? What would you like to do with me should we ever meet up? And what can I call you?

You can contact me at my e-mail address at the top of this letter. I think e-mailing each other would be best; it's quicker than snail-mail.

Hope to hear from you soon.

XXXX

Saucy Sue

Susan had wondered what to call herself before deciding on "Saucy Sue". Of course, it was a bit blatant; actually using her real first name (most of her friends called her "Sue" rather than "Susan") but she figured that it was a nice big clue as to her real identity. Besides, there were loads of Sues out there, and it would not occur to Ricky, surely, that his reply might be from his own mother.

Susan proof-read the letter then hooked it up to her printer and printed it out. She wrote the cheque to go with it, put it in an envelope addressed to the contact magazine with the reference number on it, and then hurriedly dressed and went out to post it. She was worried that she might change her mind and felt relief when she slipped it into the post-box. There was no going back now!

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Four-days later, on Wednesday, the letter arrived. Susan left for work at nine o'clock, after Ricky had gone to school. She was about to leave the house when the post arrived.

There was just the one letter, addressed to "Mr. Ricky White", the name and address printed out onto a label and stuck to the envelope. The boy rarely got any official looking letters and this, clearly, was the one Susan had written, now forwarded on by the contact magazine. Just to be sure, Susan decided to be late for work and steamed the envelope open. She took out the letter and, indeed, it was her. She had been worried for a moment it might be from another woman. She didn't want any competition! Putting the letter carefully back into the envelope, Susan sealed it up and put it on the coffee table before leaving the house.

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At seven o'clock that evening, Ricky was on his third wank since getting home and getting the letter, which he had eagerly opened in his bedroom. He'd sprung an instant hard-on, and with his mother out round a friend's house for the evening (purposefully, to give her son some privacy with the letter) he had jacked off almost constantly whilst reading and re-reading the letter.